I’m halfway through my can of beer and I’m already dizzy.
Pathetic.
Just like this movie that I am watching.
Lake House
Whoever wrote this movie, I bet one of my balls that it’s a woman.
It’s not that I’m being sexist against women or something. Yeah, I’m all for gender equality and all, but come on!
I’d switch the channel but I’m just too lazy.
By the way, I’m writing this as it is happening, so please forgive me if I get too off tangent.
God, this chicken nugget sucks.
Anyhow, back to the topic.
Romance. Ugh, I feel like throwing up just at the thought of it. I’m all for love, commitments and relationship and all but the Hollywood image that has been painted on us about romance is just too… it just takes too much effort.
Let’s just look at 50 First Dates. I bet my other ball that a woman wrote that. Though I won’t look it up coz I’m too lazy. I just think that that movie is a woman’s perspective on how she thinks she should be persuaded or made to fall in love every single day.
Ain’t nobody got time fo’ that!

I never had a Teddy Bear. When I grew up, my cousin had one that sings ABC and with blinking lights. I was never fond of it. When it’s about to drain on battery, the ABC song gets slower in a creepy, deep voice and the flashing red eyes makes it creepier.
But if I would have a thunder buddy, I would want someone who could say, F*ck you, Thunder! Sick my duck!

I mean, I know how to swim like keep myself afloat (for when I’m too lazy to paddle). But to really really know how to swim, (e.g. breast stroke, freestyle or keep myself alive), that’s another. Many have tried to teach me and even went to the extent of pushing me into a water slide that leads to the very deep end of the pool, but I was too scared (and maybe too lazy to keep myself afloat) and quickly paddled like a dog to the edge of the pool. So that didn’t work.
I’ve already mentioned before that I’ve been planning to take swimming lessons, but maybe I’m too shy to enroll myself into a class. I mean, who would want to teach a lazy, 26 year-old fat ass like me? Okay, maybe if I pay enough someone will.
I have read that not being able to swim is some sort of disability. Imagine being in a company outing but you can’t join everyone swimming because you can’t. How much more if you, God forbid, got into an accident in the open sea? You’ll either be 1) dead from drowning and 2) dead because the others who can swim will use you as bait for the sharks. In short: dead us there (Patay tayo diyan).
I don’t know. I’m not sure if I should start by getting myself fit, you know start getting those six-pack so I could flaunt it in the beach. Or probably start learning how to swim and with that probably get fit in the process.
Oooh, I can already see myself running in slow-mo on the beach then the music from Baywatch will start playing in the background!

We’ve been confronted by our neighbor (again) about the noise from our TV. In fact, just when we were considering to get this place, we’ve been warned by our landlady that the next door neighbor complains a lot about the slightest noise when they hear one. We didn’t mind because we work at night and mostly asleep during the day.
One day, when manang (our house help who visits our place once a week to do the laundry and clean up our place) was busy sorting through our laundry, our TV was left on high volume. We usually just leave the TV like that just so we would have the feel that someone’s at home. That day we might’ve forgotten that the volume was too high.
I was in the room when I heard the loud knock on our screen door accompanied by our neighbor’s high-pitched voice. “Pwede bang hinaan niyo ang TV niyo? Nakakabulahaw na eh.”
I stepped out of the room and apologized for the noise. When I muted the TV, she was still screaming at manang saying “Araw-araw na lang, ang ingay niyang TV niyo.” First, I do not appreciate her screaming at poor manang. Second, the TV’s now on mute and just because we made a mistake of leaving the TV on high volume doesn’t give her the liscense to bad mouth us. I answered back, “Teka lang po, wag niyo naman po sigawan si manang at kailan lang ba kami nanonood ng TV? Kapag kayo ang maingay kaka-pukpok ng pader niyo, narinig niyo ba kaming mag-reklamo? At kapag nananahimik kami dito at biglang tatahol ang aso niyo nang pagkalakas-lakas kahit na natutulog kami dahil sa gabi ang pasok namin, nagreklamo ba kami?” Then she continued with her nagging, repeating everything she said. Irritated, I simply said, “Ayan na po, mahina na ang TV. Mas malakas pa nga po ang boses niyo sa TV. Nakakabulahaw na po kayo ng ibang kapitbahay. Baka naman po pwedeng tumahimik na kayo.”
After that incident, we never heard from her again until just a few days ago.
I was busy preparing dinner, and yes, I left the TV on high volume again. She came knocking violently at our door again complaining at the noise. I apologized and turn down the volume. When I did that she still continued nagging. Annoyed that she seemed to have won the argument, I yelled at her “Baka naman po pwedeng tumigil na kayo sa kaka-sigaw kasi wala po akong magagawa kung wala po kayong cable.” She walked away and slammed her screen door behind her. A few minutes after, someone knocked at her door, and her dog started barking loudly, that I began shouting “Ang ingay naman!”
I figured we will never be friends and I never intend to be. I know answering her that way is not respectful at all. But I’m just annoyed at elderly people who nags around younger people just because they can. Being older doesn’t make you right all the time. When I answered back at her is my way of telling her that she cannot just do that to anyone most especially us. We’re not the only noisy household in this floor nor in this building. Heck, we even pay the homeowner’s association fee more punctually than her (I always check on the records).
Well, whenever there’s an argument, I always end up thinking how I could’ve ended those arguments better.
I even thought of saying, “Maingay? Sandali lang. Let’s define ingay?”
Perhaps, I could say, “So, you think we’re very noisy? Tell me how you’ve been living a very quiet life with your retarded dog and all those mid-afternoon pounding on the wall?”
Or I should’ve said, “Sorry, I can’t hear you over our very awesome surround sound system.
You, if you were in my place… How would you have responded to this witch?

The year’s about to end and I figured it’s just timely enough for me to look back into the year that was.

First year anniversary of Run, MD! Run!

Run, MD! Run! Was created for the main purpose of encouraging me to run at least twice a month. Well, so far, I’ve only managed to run twice this year and with 4 days left of this year, I don’t think that number’s gonna increase. But anyhow, thanks for everyone who bid their greetings for this milestone.

I didn’t get the promotion I applied for but I got in to a leadership training

Yes, I got depressed for quite a long time after that and actually considered choosing another job but after a few months, I got in to this leadership training and I am now on a manager relief role. I’m not yet there, but I’m getting there. But it’s one hell of a path to get there. I just hope I survive (but please let me get the promotion).

I went to Singapore

It was better than Hong Kong. I enjoyed it because there’s more to see in Singapore than in Hong Kong and it’s easier to get along with the locals since they speak and understand functional English. But then I had less money when we went to Singapore than when we went to Hong Kong. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just that Singapore’s more expensive than Hong Kong.

Photography

I got into photography shortly after the Singapore trip. I enrolled in a Basic Photography class. My expectations: a class full of clueless brats who can afford a DSLR. Reality: a whole bunch of semi-professionals who enrolled to Basic Photography to get through Advanced level then to Wedding/Landscape Photography. Ending: I felt like crap. All my photos are worse than when I took them using my very first camera phone. Only with a bigger file size. Fuck.

Busy, busy, busy

I became so busy with the leadership program then photography, then work, then sleeping. I was so tired on weekdays that I have to allot a day during the weekend just to allow myself to get back all the hours I lack in sleep. In the end, I couldn’t pay much attention in my leadership class; I was so busy with work that I didn’t had the time to properly plan my finale photo for the class that the critic that I got from my photo was “inappropriate” and “amateurish”; I was so mad most of the time that I got in to so much verbal fights that I thought I’m going nuts and I considered getting into an anger management class. But I thought it’s another time I had to subtract from my restless week… bad idea.

Fat

I started the year weighing 140lbs. That’s why I wanted to run to lose some of that weight and then get into a gym to turn that fat into lean muscles. Didn’t happen. Like I said, I was so busy that lack so much sleep and I compensated with eating just so I won’t disintegrate at work. Now I weigh around 160lbs and my neck started fusing with my face, I lost my jaw line.

Rufus and Rover

We bought Rufus for my birthday but then a week later he died of canine parvo-virus. A month later, we bought Rover and we thought we’re gonna keep him forever. Life is a bitch and decided to fuck me and took Rover from us after 3 months. I’m gonna tell you more about this on my next post. But before I do, let me just say, “Fuck you, life, for taking Rufus and Rover from us”.

Bankruptcy

Because of the vet bills and medicines and all other expenses with Rover and Rufus, I drained my savings account dry. I didn’t get to spend Christmas with my older brother who happens to be the only one in my family who’s still in the country but then probably already hates me for not spending Christmas with him. I didn’t get to see my nephews and youngest who was born on Christmas day because I don’t have money: money to give them and money for a jeepney ride to their houses.

There’s a lot more but I can’t say it here. But I think that’s more than enough reason why my 2011 sucks big time and this is what I have to say about it…

Although there were some ups but the downs far outweigh it so yeah… F**K YOU 2011.

So what if the world’s gonna end on 2012, it sure beats living 2011 all over again.

Disclaimer: You’d probably think that I have the rich kid problem, but let me just point out that I’m not really complaining. I’m just contemplating on how bad the year was for me but yet I’m still alive. If 2011 is this much suck-y for me, then the future looks bright since it couldn’t get any worse than that…

Mga Yapak ni MD!

Habulan Tayo!

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